Okay, yeah, (jonas breathes, a bit winded from the amount of clandestine hyperventilating he'd been doing earlier.) Yeah, that's a better idea. Shoes.
(thank god the home behind his door happened to have some, or this would be a much more painful experience.
jonas leaves the broken mirror alone and walks until he reaches a junction. his last few struggling iq points rub together to give him a better idea: smash only the mirrors that mark a turn. he can keep his path straight, and if someone does happen to show up, they can follow him easier.)
Now I know what Hansel and Gretel felt like. Gotta say, I'd give the whole experience a one-star rating, because something isn't trying to eat me yet. And at least the lights, though dim, are still onβ (then he's plunged into darkness.
complete darkness, the kind that seems darker than the inside of his eyelids. his shout on the other end of the call is shrill.)
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(thank god the home behind his door happened to have some, or this would be a much more painful experience.
jonas leaves the broken mirror alone and walks until he reaches a junction. his last few struggling iq points rub together to give him a better idea: smash only the mirrors that mark a turn. he can keep his path straight, and if someone does happen to show up, they can follow him easier.)
Now I know what Hansel and Gretel felt like. Gotta say, I'd give the whole experience a one-star rating, because something isn't trying to eat me yet. And at least the lights, though dim, are still onβ (then he's plunged into darkness.
complete darkness, the kind that seems darker than the inside of his eyelids. his shout on the other end of the call is shrill.)
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Flashlight app, flashlight appβ
(ooc: the possibility is comical, idk about the zack player but i'm all in for this... blames his bad luck on keith in the end...)